Chapter 2: Fallen
Thousands of feet in the air, I saw land rapidly making its way towards me. The sensation of adrenaline that coursed through my veins gave me a buzz that I hadn’t felt for decades. The air resistance mutilated my hair, brutally whipped my skin and ripped the excess water from my eyes. The rushing air felt as if it had penetrated my skin and caused one half of my stomach to squeeze out of my mouth and the other half to pierce through my back.
‘So is this the terrifying yet enthralling experience of freefalling? If so please count me out, I favor being on the safe side.’
Chapter 1: Falling
I’ve been to the place we all know as Heaven. Certain circumstances led to my gruesome death, I didn’t really mind much it was an escape from my despondent life. Heaven was everything those religious fanatics spewed about, and more. I remember, as a young girl, my grandmother told me that heaven was like a giant mansion with a beautiful garden that surrounded the entirety of the region. She wasn’t that wrong about how it appears. Flowers, trees, fruits and vegetables,-- you name it, it was there. You could never describe heaven with any word found in any language. Its beauty and allure outshone anything el
I was once told the story about a good friend of mine who suffered a tragic downfall. “Please sit down for a bit,” the mother's voice was hoarse, strained, and barely audible. Poor young naive Willow was deceived by her cunning boyfriend. He took her hand and escorted her on a date. The night sky was illuminated by the brilliant darkness. Her boyfriend took her far, far away from the dazzling city. Suddenly, their thrilling adventure came to an abrupt halt. Rotting trees, bricks crumbling to the ground, and vigorous silence encompassed this ghost town. It was almost as if death himself lived here. Mold, mildew, and rotted wood fil
The Cycle of Love and Pain by breezygrl13, literature
Literature
The Cycle of Love and Pain
All my words, never-endingly the same
These words of mine will never change
For I am only to blame
My process of story making is strange
Why I continue to write baffles me
Every word that comes out is about you
So long ago our love use to be free
But it didn't last even I knew
My love for you was too short
Dressing my old wounds I think of someone new
This love is like an impregnable fort
As the sun set on you my love grew
I bid my old love adieu
And greet my new love that is true
I try to reach out to you
But you vanish right before my eyes
This malicious cycle of pain and love repeats
I proceed to write these tediously, simple stories.
"The hand I painfully searched for I would never be able to touch it. Trapped in a lie contorted by myself and never to grasp the truth I wait until this nightmare ends." Waking up from my lumber I look out my window, I saw the dawn filled sky as I arose my from my bed. Getting dressed and brushing my hair I cringe in disgust at the mirror that reflects my image. As my fist collided with the mirror that mocked me, my fist bled profusely. Tending to my newly acquired wound I left my house and headed to school preparing myself to be taunted by the others. Gathering my courage I entered the classroom and sat at my desk scared of reading what 'T
My eyes have been clouded over by a fog and I have wondered off the path that leads my life many years ago. I have many issues and pose many threats, yet you still accept me. Stupid, irresponsible, and childish at times can you still laugh with me? With these weak shaking hands can I still love and hold you? I have no clue how to express my feelings so I always hurt people, I always keep to my self and stay shy. With the thousands of words I want to say but will never declare will you still be by my side and let me listen to your stories. Will I protect you? Yes. But can I protect you? Can I use all my might to stay with you? All the things I
Chapter 2: Fallen
Thousands of feet in the air, I saw land rapidly making its way towards me. The sensation of adrenaline that coursed through my veins gave me a buzz that I hadn’t felt for decades. The air resistance mutilated my hair, brutally whipped my skin and ripped the excess water from my eyes. The rushing air felt as if it had penetrated my skin and caused one half of my stomach to squeeze out of my mouth and the other half to pierce through my back.
‘So is this the terrifying yet enthralling experience of freefalling? If so please count me out, I favor being on the safe side.’
Chapter 1: Falling
I’ve been to the place we all know as Heaven. Certain circumstances led to my gruesome death, I didn’t really mind much it was an escape from my despondent life. Heaven was everything those religious fanatics spewed about, and more. I remember, as a young girl, my grandmother told me that heaven was like a giant mansion with a beautiful garden that surrounded the entirety of the region. She wasn’t that wrong about how it appears. Flowers, trees, fruits and vegetables,-- you name it, it was there. You could never describe heaven with any word found in any language. Its beauty and allure outshone anything el
I was once told the story about a good friend of mine who suffered a tragic downfall. “Please sit down for a bit,” the mother's voice was hoarse, strained, and barely audible. Poor young naive Willow was deceived by her cunning boyfriend. He took her hand and escorted her on a date. The night sky was illuminated by the brilliant darkness. Her boyfriend took her far, far away from the dazzling city. Suddenly, their thrilling adventure came to an abrupt halt. Rotting trees, bricks crumbling to the ground, and vigorous silence encompassed this ghost town. It was almost as if death himself lived here. Mold, mildew, and rotted wood fil
The Cycle of Love and Pain by breezygrl13, literature
Literature
The Cycle of Love and Pain
All my words, never-endingly the same
These words of mine will never change
For I am only to blame
My process of story making is strange
Why I continue to write baffles me
Every word that comes out is about you
So long ago our love use to be free
But it didn't last even I knew
My love for you was too short
Dressing my old wounds I think of someone new
This love is like an impregnable fort
As the sun set on you my love grew
I bid my old love adieu
And greet my new love that is true
I try to reach out to you
But you vanish right before my eyes
This malicious cycle of pain and love repeats
I proceed to write these tediously, simple stories.
You know that ringing in your ears when you're in a silent room? Well I hear it everday at least twice a day. It all started after the first time my ears bled. It may not sound very bad but I swear to you it was sheer torture, it still is. This ringing even tortures me in my sleep. The most I can tell you about this ring is that is feels like a bug is burrowed into the deepest darkest crevices of my ears. When it starts it will last from 30 seconds to 5 minutes. Describing the pain it causes me trepidation, when it begins I hear a blood curdling scream, then I go deaf, and lastly it will rattle my brain to the point it will give me a colossal
you're so kind I'm very glad I will continue to upload new pages, for now I'm sketching for it to be finished (I have 90 pages and there will be at least 110 pages of the whole doujinshi)